Title:           >You've been living with a pony family for the better half of a year. >They'r
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Wednesday 4th of March 2015 03:54:45 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 4th of March 2015 03:54:45 PM CDT

 
>You've been living with a pony family for the better half of a year.
>They're nice, and their daughter's really taken a liking to you.
>She's always asking about the human world, and really loves the movies you show her.
>She REALLY loves the romantic ones.
>One day you come home early from work, with plans.
>Everyone is gone, at work and school, and you've been preparing for a moment where you can meet with your sadpanda friend again.
>The closer you get to your room, the more obvious is the gentle rustling sound is on the other side of the door.
>Expecting a crook, you crouch low, and arm yourself with a nearby...book.
>You slowly, carefully, crack open the door...
>...and see inside, straddling your pillow, the filly.
>Her eyes are shut, and she's biting her lip while slowly rubbing herself against where you rest your head to sleep!
>In spite of yourself you feel a distinct heat between your legs at the voyeuristic thrill of it.
>Her little flanks speed up, and she starts mouthing something over and over.
>"non...anon...anon..."
>"Please...I can't take it..."
>It's about now that you notice the heavy scent that's been filling the room.
>Poor girl: her first heat must have hit her hard.
>Her flanks speed up again, and you can hear her breathing become more intense. Little gasps here and there.
>She starts saying your name over and over, faster and faster, until the last syllable catches in her throat, becoming a long, drawn-out groan.
>She seizes atop her surrogate lover, and you notice a dark area spread beneath her, staining the pillowcase.
>There's a moment where she's just sitting there, staring at the ceiling with a faraway look and her flanks twitching a bit every now and then.
>She pulls herself together a moment later, grabbing the pillow and heading towards the door.
>Luckily she doesn't notice you, since she seems more focused on hiding the evidence.
>So you wait until she's upstairs, then return to the front door.
>You open and close it a bit loudly this time, and like clockwork you hear her little hooves carry her to the top of the stairs.
>The exchange is pretty normal, as if the last ten minutes simply didn't happen for either of you.
>And as you make your way to your room proper, you can hear her sneak down the stairs behind you.
>Probably make sure you don't notice anything odd.
>And as far as she knows you don't.
>As you close the door behind you you can hear a relieved little sigh, and hoofsteps making their way back up the stairs.
>And chuckling to yourself, you readjust your pillow and go about your normal afternoon activities.
>And you make a note to leave the door open the next time you're 'alone'